Kentoma: Hero of Revenge


In a far away land much like the one we live in, there lived a small family of commoners, a blacksmith, his wife, and their two children, Kentoma, and Ithica.
Kentoma was a young boy at the age of 12, with hair the color of the blackest midnight, who loved to listen to the adventures of heroes everyday from traveling bards, he had fantasies of becoming a hero and exploring the world himself one day, and his sister Ithica was the youngest at age 8, she was more down to earth and less adventurous than her brother.
One day Kentoma was sent to the local market to buy some chickens, to replace those that have been lost from the occasional wolf attacks. As he was wandering around a boy half his size bumped into him.
“Ah excuse me, sorry… hey you look like a fine fellow, here could you hold this for a second?..” and he handed him a gold necklace.“ It’s a gift for a friend of mine for his …uh.. birthday and he’s chasing me so quick, when he comes by tell him off ok?” and the kid dove behind a fruit cart.
“Hey! you there!” shouted a Guard running towards him. “Hey you haven’t seen a little boy about half your size run by here have you?”
Kentoma looked at the boy and pointed at him.
“AHHA! Gotcha you little brat!, thank you young lad you did a good thing, your parents must be proud. Where do you live I shall like to tell them myself”
And onto Kentoma’s house they walked.
But as they reached it, Kentoma noticed that something was wrong.
“AHHH!!!!!!”
“AHH oh my god!! Child stand back!!” said the guard unsheathing his sword.
Out of the doorway walked a Large knight clad in shimmering white armor, carrying the corpses of his dead mother and father, but Ithica was no where to be found.
“My God, you there knight! You will die for these crimes”
the guard lunged at the knight with his sword, but the knight dodged and stabbed the guard through the back and out the chest. The knight turned to Kentoma, but he had already ran off to hide. The knight sheathed his great sword and climbed his horse and rode off with Kentoma’s parents.
Making sure the coast was clear he ran inside the house to find a blood pool of slaughter.
In the blood he found the locket that his mother always wore, and from that night on, he took a vow to slay the knight that killed his parents. That night he used his fathers forging shop to craft himself a sword that this world will come to remember. A 4ft long blade with one side sharp the other blunt, and a long deep groove in the center that will allow blood to flow out of. the Krimzon he named it, due to the amount of blood it will draw from an enemy. So having no home he left out into the cold dark woods to live his life. While there he trained his combat skills for that day when he finds the knight. He trained his body and mind in the art of his own style one he is sure that could win in any contest.
9 long years past since that day his parents where killed the world has advanced since then. New challenges and new weapons rose from the forging fires. Guns, a new deadly weapon, but not widely popular became the replacement for crossbows. One day in the towns a stranger from the east was gathering a crowd by challenging any adventurer to a duel to the death for money. The man wielded the mighty gun, claiming it to be superior to the sword, and any other of the sort. Kentoma buying some fruit from a salesman over heard this and felt a desire to prove the man wrong. Having already despised the gun for its dishonorable and cowardly means of killing,
“I’ll except your challenge and I shall kill you with the superior weapon.” he shouted
The man laughed and giggled at the idea of a sword besting a gun, so he got into place, and Kentoma got to the opposite site of the man.
“On the count of 3, Swordsman!….1.…….2.……”
as the man shouted 3 he shot Kentoma square in the chest. The man laughed at his victory while the crowd shouted in fright, and awe as Kentoma stood back up. The man turned and in confusion said “ what magic is this?” Kentoma gave a spine tingling roar and ran at the man. The man reloaded his gun, but not in time. Kentoma had pierced the mans throat. His blood flowing out and down the inside groove of the blade making it turn from the stone silver to the crimson red of its name. The man drew his last breath, and many in the crowd shouted how this could be. Kentoma pulled back his tunic revealing a suit of chain mail covering him, and blocking his heart. He pulled the lead bullet from the mail and tossed it into the crowd. “Behold the fall of this mighty weapon” He said mockingly as he raised the gun high in the air and dropped it on the ground. Kentoma brushed off the dust of the victory, walked into the pub for a drink.
He dosed off in the pub, it was now late in the evening, many of the towns people were hanging around playing games, telling stories, getting drunk. But soon commotion again had erupted at the center of the marketplace. Kentoma raised his head to see what’s up.
“Err… Let go of me… Help, help I’ve been robbed !!!” a woman’s voice shouted.
A thief had made off with her jewelry and gold. Kentoma hearing the distress call ran out to the market center. “Where did the thief run off to? Ma’am….” he looked at her for a moment
“He went that way” the woman said pointing to the river port part of town
“Oh thank you good sir”
Kentoma had made it to the docks and had been gaining on the thief. “stop crook, or I’ll kill you where you stand!” he said drawing his sword still stained with blood. “Ok… you win stranger” the man stopped and raised his hands, a hat covered most of his face. Kentoma reaches for the stolen goods, but accidentally knocking off the mans hat, but as it fell long hair flowed down like a river. The thief was a woman.
“ah!?….Ithica??” he said
“HUH?!! How do you know my name?!” the woman replied, shocked.
“Little sister its me, Kentoma!, I thought you were killed the night our parents died?”
“Kentoma??!! Oh wow it is you, no that night I was out playing with the chickens when I saw the knight ride up, that’s when I ran into the woods to hide.”
Kentoma returned the stolen goods and the to of them returned to the pub as Ithica tells her side to the story.
Kentoma told Ithica of his vow to kill the Knight, to avenge the deaths of their parents, and that he must go alone as a final test to prove to himself that all the training he’s done has paid off.
So Ithica said her goodbyes and started a new life. Kentoma traveled far to find any information on a killer White Knight, but nothing had turned up. But while Kentoma was following the trading routs asking passing traders if they have seen or heard of a White Knight.
He heard screaming coming from up the road. As he followed the path, the road was stained with blood from the bodies of traders and travelers who have been butchered like cattle. The White Knight, he thought, it has to be. Soon enough the shine from the Knights armor caught Kentoma’s eye. He picked up speed, getting closer with each pump his heart gave. He leaped and with a hard kick to the side of the head, knocked the Knight on his ass. Without knowing what had hit him, he swung his sword violently, screaming a inhuman roar of rage. Kentoma standing in front of the knight glared deeply into the helmet in which the Knight wore.
“9 years….. 9 long years its been since you killed them… and now they are avenged..” he said raising his sword and bringing it down on the Knight.

But the Knight swung his sword again, knocking Kentoma’s out of the way, and with the other hand grabbing Kentoma’s leg and bringing him to the ground. The Knight was easily the more experienced fighter in this clash. But Kentoma had a style that was so alien to the Knight, he gained the upper hand, clash after clash, cling after cling the swords made, but then with a swift strike to the leg, the Knight drops Kentoma to his back once again. The Knight looms over Kentoma, staring at him with shaded eyes, he raises his sword for the execution. But before the Knight could even think of what had happened, Kentoma reached for his sword and pierced the Knights eye defeating him.
Silence swept the trail, as all who watched stared in awe of what they had just seen. Kentoma kicked the body off of him, and scrambled to his feet. He reached down, and pulled off the helmet, revealed a horribly disfigured man. Kentoma took out a cutting knife and began to cut the fallen Knight’s head off. Blood was now covering the trail. Placed the head back in the helmet and began his long trip back to town, showing all who he had killed. His vow was now complete, and his adventure over.

and so ends this adventure of Kentoma, keep watching for the next story